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[deathbydogball]

berbest west <3

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i award this trophy to Casero Delilah Bard

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FINAL ROUND

How has all these events changed the trio?

In the case of Narinder, has he tried to take over the red crown in one way or another, even before the "catastrophe"???

(i will call it that way if thats okay)

If the trio were to find a possible cultist, how would it be the process?

What is "grass jewelry"?

How was the life in the cult before the catastrophe?

Is the other beings (Mystic Seller, the owl brothers and maybe the fox) in hearing of the catastrophe?

Does Narinder have any glue of what happend during the catastrophe?

Is Yael and Fosa scared of telling the truth of what happend, or is something else?

Why does Narinder think that his siblings will know anything abou the catastrophe?

Give a random fun fact or head canon

Any plans of any character i haven't even think about?

What kind of activities does Narinder like to do while getting adjusted to the mortal world?

Explain Narinder moral compass

Now do Yael one

Now Fosa

Has Fosa talked to Mystic Seller, what would it be their reaction?

Did Fosa include itself in the crusade?

Another fun fact, but about Narinder

Does Narinder know about Yael's deals with the fox?

Enough of Narinder, more Fosa!

Fun fact about Fosa

What was Fosa social experience before the catastrophe?

What kind of things did Fosa did back in the cult?

Do he miss someone in particular?

He has secrets, of what kind?

What is his relation with the lamb, even before the catastrophe?

Another fun fact

If Fosa heared music, what would it be its genere?

What is Fosa inspiration for its creation?

Are we sure Fosa straight up didn't "block" it memories from the catastrophe?

I know you will traumatize this kid to death, any idea?

What has been the worse this kid has seen since the catastrophe?

Take a break from here

Since Fosa is a kid, i guess you can count him as "emotional support"

He is your yellow cat isn't he

Time for Yael

How was the lamb killing for it Yael's mental state?

How it was the killing as a whole in your AU?

Does he have any regrets from the past?

How was the cult leader life for him?

A FUN FACT ABOUT YAEL

Explain how he view the One who Waits before the usurpation

Take a break

What is his fighting style without using the red crown powers?

How does he lead the trio?

If ate motton while writing this would i go to hell?

-alz

WOAH THIS TOOK A WHILE

WARNING LONG POST

General Questions

All this stuff has changed the three a LOT. The lamb is uncomfortable using their powers, and they are coping with the death of many they held dear by parenting Nufosa. Nufosa doesn't really understand what happened at the cult grounds. They were there, but it's all muddy. They have a bad feeling about leaving the lamb now. Narinder is recently mortal (?) and is trying to learn to live like he always wanted. But the fact the cult is dead has taken priority, and he's a bit sour about that. Lamb and Nufosa have trauma-bonded over it, and Nufosa enjoys the normalcy from Narinder not having been there for the massacre.

After the final battle, Narinder has not made an attempt to take back the crown. He's a bit put off by it, as the crown is much more animated than it was before. (Calling it the catastrophe is a okay)

If the trio were to find a candidate to join the cult? The process would depend quite a bit on how the three are doing at the time. The most likely situation is that Nari or Yael hears something, Fosa dives into a bush (actually helpful for once), and the sheer charm of a 5 year old wins them over.

Grass jewelry is something that I made as a kid, and have given to Nufosa in my story. It's taking long strands of grass and tying together the ends into a longer string. These can be turned into loops that function as bracelets or necklaces.

Life in the cult before the catastrophe was... Complicated to say the least. The lamb was usually pretty forgiving, but if you crossed a boundary, there were very large punishments. Some have been burned alive, others flayed, and many have been left to rot to become fertilizer. This usually only happened when you did something real bad though. The lamb is forgiving.

Mystic Seller, the owls, and the fox are all aware of what happened.

Narinder only showed up for the aftermath. He has theories about what happened but so far all his ideas are incorrect. Some theories of his include: divine judgement or an overthrow from dissenters.

Yael is way too nervous about how Narinder views them to talk about what happened. They still view him as their god after all. Nufosa has been trying to ignore it, to pretend it's all one big nightmare.

Narinder doesn't really think that his siblings know anything about what happened, since they were in purgatory. He actually wants to see his family again. He's hoping they will either help him find out about it before leaving him, or that they will stick around.

Random Fun Fact/HC: in my au, the structure for time is very different. Years are composed of 150 days, with 5 months, 30 days each. Eggs actually take just under two years to hatch.

I have a whole cast of maybe 5 (maybe more) characters that are going to stick around. (Not including bishops or main three)

Narinder has had a hard time adjusting to mortality. His feet hurt, his lungs hurt and he's realized that a millennia without conversation hurt your social skills. So far he's really enjoying sleeping, sunlight, and getting to know Nufosa.

Narinder Moral Compass: He's still figuring a lot of stuff out. His main ideals I would say lean towards tolerance and autonomy.

Yael Moral Compass: also messy. I would say that they haven't forgotten their role as a servant to TOWW. Therefore theirs includes Humility and Social Responsibility.

Nufosa Moral Compass: a kiddo so very innocent justice oriented. Equality, fairness, and generosity.

Fosa has not spoken to the Mystic Seller yet. As a 99% mortal, most things would be above them in conversation.

Fosa was initially brought along with the lamb and Narinder outside of the crusades, right after they were discovered. They were nonverbal and too exhausted to move for several days. But once they started the crusade, Fosa got a bit more pep on its step!

A fun fact about Narinder: my Narinder is based on a Nevelung cat! The main reason I struggle with drawing him so much. He has a lot of long fur, and I don't know where to put it all.

The deals with the fox happened during the lamb's time as a vessel. Narinder watched through the crown when it happened, and allowed it because of its benefits to the cult.

Nufosa SAGA

Fun fact about Nufosa! You can't see it when I draw them most of the time since it's under their shirt, but they have a heart-like marking over their chest. Really fitting if you ask me :D

Nufosa was the cult mischief. It was known for getting into all sorts of trouble and sneaking out of the cult often. This, unfortunately, tended to drive off most of the other kiddos. Nufosa had about one or two friends their age. Nufosa mainly spent time with the adults.

Nufosa was too young to work officially. When they weren't causing the lamb a headache, they spent a lot of time helping out where it could on the healing bay. They like helping people.

Nufosa was very close with it's mom. Her name was Clover, named after her fantastic green eyes (which they inherited). They miss her. A lot.

Nufosa having secrets? Almost all of them are about things they got up to they didn't get in trouble for. Almost all of them.

Before the catastrophe, the lamb and Nufosa weren't very close. Nufosa was mainly a loner. The only times they really spoke one on one was when Fosa got into BIG trouble. Otherwise, the lamb was the leader and Nufosa was a cultist.

Another Fun fact! Nufosa has a habit of pulling at its whiskers or claws when they're nervous. They accidentally plucked out a whisker a couple times.

Nufosa would love really loud, upbeat music. Something in-between rock and electro.

The inspiration for Nufosa's creation: Nufosa actually started out as the Yellow Cat for my story. I didn't think it fit very well, but I still loved their role in the story, so they were hue shifted to orange so they could be distinguished from my actual YC.

We aren't sure how Nufosa is processing the events of the catastrophe. They were present for it, but they have been avoiding the topic as best they can.

Unfortunately, most of the traumatizing of the kid has already happened. A loner kid because they were too much for the other kids, ignored by the adults because they were too much trouble, the entire cult they live in dying out, and then having to watch the only two people you have close to you walk around constantly engaging in combat. They have very much taken to the role of trying to keep everyone's moods up as a way to cope.

The worst the kid has seen since the catastrophe in a physical sense has been all the fights with heretics, and more so the casualness the lamb and Narinder have with it. They don't feel very comfortable with corpses, but since they are 5 and learning, they learn from nari and lamb that it shouldn't be bothering it. In another sense, there has been this feeling of something watching them. Eyes that burrow into their skin and gazes that pierce through their skull. A constant study of every hair on their body. It scares them.

Break Time! 🥤

Yes! Unfortunately, Nufosa feels a lot of pressure to keep everyone's hopes up.

Funny that you mention it now, since I mentioned like 3 paragraphs ago. Nufosa is NOT my yellow cat, even if they started out as that. I have a different YC now.

Yael SAGA

Yael did real bad with the lamb genocide. (I'm pretty sure that's what you're talking about) The lamb had a sibling that they hid with during the hunts for them. Yael got separated from them during a village burning.

The lamb genocide was a free-for-all. A notice was sent out from the bishops one day, and all took out the sheep in the hopes of rewards. Elaborate systems of tracking and bounty hunters were set up. Several false safe houses were set up, once enough sheep took shelter there, they would turn in the whole lot of them. Many similar species were also hunted down in the crossfire. Sheep would break off their own horns to sell for rations and to help be less identifiable. Many amputated trying to get rid of their obvious hooves. Almost all of them were sheared down at all times. Wool was also identifying but also becoming more scarce the longer it went on, giving them another way to make rations.

The lamb has many regrets from their past. They feel horrible for so many things they've done. They just did too much. They did too little. They cannot redeem themselves.

The cult leader's life was very stressful for Yael. They usually had upwards of 50 followers at a time. Once the cult became more advanced, they settled into their role a bit better. But they never stopped looking behind them.

Fun fact about Yael! They bleat REALLY LOUD when they get spooked. It's embarrassingly loud. Like Copper yelling at a moth loud. (Sorry in advance Copp)

They viewed The One Who Waits as well... the god of death. They were really off-put by him. When they were doing well in the cult though, they would open up to him whenever he allowed them to stay.

BREAK TIME!! Oof my hands really hurt. I'm gonna massage them after I'm done.

When not using the red crown, the lamb uses the environment. Throwing rocks, quick turns through thorn bushes, and holding back branches to slap into people's faces when they come by. This by itself doesn't finish them off though.

Currently, the lamb isn't really leading the trio. They view themself as below Narinder, and therefore are not to lead while he's there. They do lead Nufosa, but that's mainly because of their parenting coping mechanism.

No, you won't go to hell for eating mutton while writing these questions. But you better find some other reason to go so I can watch you and Copper fight with cardboard tubes.

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I just spent too long liking every post i missed

[justablah56]

hmmmmm I'm in pain and I want to kill god rn actually

[blueskyheadleft010]

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO

[lusalemaart]

And now I'm stuck in baby prison.

[steakout-05]

ok as an artist i personally find traditional painting to be. really really annoying. like. i do not have the patience for it and i just find it to be really frustrating to set up and actually do and i end up not liking the results. i find that there's little room for mistakes and trying to fix them usually ends up with me making 50 other ones, paints can be so inconsistent and having to rely on availability and certain brands to continue making the paint is really inconvenient, not to mention expensive. spending a bunch of time trying to mix the right shade of paint, only for it to go down a completely different shade of colour and not being able to do anything about it is so frustrating as someone who likes consistency and having things just, y'know, not change colour as soon as it dries. plus, they all use different chemicals and can go off really easily or change textures and i am just not ok with having all my materials having an expiration date like food. lead and graphite pencils just don't do that and they can last for years, they're more reliable. every paint is drastically different and trying to find the right one is not only time consuming but, again, expensive, and i don't even see the point in experimenting when most of my materials end up not even getting used if i don't like using them. plus, i'm just.... really impatient. waiting for paint to dry sucks and is why i much prefer digital or just drawing something because i don't need to wait for anything, it just works. and then when i do want to take my time and work slowly for a better result, it dries too fast. it's kinda hellish trying to balance that time, especially considering how inconsistent paints are.

i like to use guidelines when doing art and i find painting straight onto a canvas to be really tricky because there's a lack of direction for me to actually paint. i'm at a complete loss at what to do when i pick up a brush because i can't map it out first without risking screwing up the paint. there's just so many things to keep track of and so much wet paint to avoid and i just do not have the mind for it. putting colours on a canvas and praying that it works just isn't it for me and requires a discipline that i just don't wanna involve myself with. painting is also just like... really exhausting and kinda painful. i got some pretty bad back issues and my arms tire and get sore easily and quickly when i'm standing in front of a canvas. it's a really physical activity for me and i just don't find something to be very fun to do at all when it's physically hurting me. i know drawing on a canvas has this issue too, which is why i prefer sketchbooks. sitting down and drawing something that doesn't break my entire spine every time i do it is much more preferrable than questioning if i should go to the doctor every time i make a brushstroke, lol

that's not to say that there's nothing i like about painting though! i can paint simple little things, and i like doing that. i like mixing colours with a palette knife and i find it fun and even a little relaxing. i painted some cute little chibi cardboard cutouts of the mario brothers one time and i found that to be really fun and i think i'd like to do that again! but apart from that, i just do not have the patience for it. i love the look of traditional paintings and i find many to be really beautiful, but i could never get into actually doing it myself because i hate the process. i'm content with just sketching and doing digital stuff because that's more fun to me and less stressful of a process to do. it's fun, it allows for more mistakes, it's easier to build up layers of shading and lines, not to mention using building up a figure with guidelines is super helpful with visualising what i want it to look like, and i can just erase something if i don't want it there or want to change something. it just makes sense to me.

tl;dr i dont like painting because it's inconsistent, expensive, time-consuming, directionless, frustrating and it makes my back hurt really bad. i'll just stick to drawing stuff :)

[cr1mr0s3]

forgot some tiny details but anyways i drew myself -willow

[muirneach]

fuck with me

[imwritesometimes]

Turkey day 2023 in the books. Cooked it all. Will clean it all tomorrow 😴 now is for zoning out in bed on tumblr with the kitties

[sugared-violets]

in an incredible one-two punch from the universe, i just got told i have a truly ridiculous amount of outstanding debt from college that i didn't know about and am somehow about to be taken to court over??? and then immediately slammed my finger in a car door so hard i dropped to the ground sobbing

[entropy-sea-system]

burnt out.. dont know what would fix me(phrase half jokingly) rn maybe if I just brush and take a shower. .and sleep... I think I spent too long on embroidery...

[pinkglitteringdemondildos]

I wear a splint on my finger now and apparently I have to do that until I see an orthopedic doctor (though tbh I think he expects me to see a doctor ASAP which I probably won't be able to, so realistically it's probably only for 3 weeks or so until the fracture heals) but I take it off to shower/clean my hands then re-wrap and I gotta say even if it's a "small" break it's just so fucking weird to see your finger be Wrong. It's pointing the wrong way like...what do you see girl....what's over there. It's like when the splint is on I can't see it so I take it off and it's like SURPRISE. You'd think after the third time I wouldn't be fooled by schrodingers finger and YET

[tonycries]

Unmistakably Yours - G.S.

Synopsis. In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, best friends to lovers, Satoru goes a little (very) INSANE, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, manga spoilers, use of jujutsu powers, unprotected, créampie, spitting, overstim, féral Satoru, heinous things, happy ending, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.5k

A/N. Yeahhh that poll was cooking up something devious heheh. Gege give me back my man.

Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone.

He was going to kill someone and it didn’t matter who. It didn’t matter how. It didn’t even matter if he had to haul his broken body - scarred and barely-healed - out of this stiff infirmary bed, because the great Gojo Satoru awoke and the world shook.

Because you weren’t here.

“Ah. The oh-so deadest one, I see you’re awake.” Satoru flinches at the sharp, exhausted drawl from his left. 

Slowly, he blinks away the haze in his aching eyes, desperately trying to adjust to the cold room. Shoko’s voice was too loud. The lights too bright. His waiting arms too empty - where were you? 

With a low hiss, Satoru’s body is moving before his mind, sitting up like a man possessed. Goosebumps prickle his skin as the thin blanket falls off his shoulders. Temples throbbing because the world was spinning and spinning and you-

“Calm down, Satoru.” Shoko sounds almost panicked now - as much as she could, anyway. Uselessly trying to push him back onto the mattress. “I don’t care if you’re the ‘strongest’. Sukuna did a number on you and you have to rest-”

“Where is she?”

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It was the final nail on your coffin - that slight, steady rumble beneath your feet. So fleeting that you’d written it off as your weary brain, too goddamn tired from today. Heaving out a sigh, you rub your eyes in frustration, so fucking alone in this too-large penthouse. 

Fingers jittery, you rifle through your best friend’s closet for his box of blindfolds, because you knew he’d be complaining about the sensory overload at the infirmary if- when he woke up. Though, you think that was more an excuse for Shoko to send your wrecked self away than anything. 

Grabbing a few more than necessary, your heart lurches as you eye that dusty framed photo by his bedside. A much younger Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and you - probably the last time any of you smiled so carelessly. 

One dead and the other just on the cusp of it.

He’ll be okay. He’ll be okay. He’ll be okay. He’s the strongest, right?

Swallowing heavily, you try to put your mind to something - anything - other than the memory of that battlefield and the blood. So much blood. Everywhere. 

God, you should’ve stayed. What if Satoru-

That was when you felt it. 

The tight, uncomfortable feeling of atoms standing at attention all around you. The air was so stagnant and heavy that it was almost hard to breathe. 

You don’t know how you realize what it is - but you don’t get the chance to wonder about it either. Because the thought has barely even crossed your mind before everything else is thrown at the window at those two words. 

Hoarse, and whispered, voice ever-so-slightly cracking at the end. One you recognized, one you knew you always would.

“My love?”

Satoru.

It was a miracle that you didn’t get whiplash from how fast you whirled around to face the doorway - and it was an even bigger miracle that you didn’t trip at how your legs were carrying you to that tall, familiar flash of white hair without a second thought. 

Hell, you don’t think you’ve ever run this fast in your life, and it still wasn’t quick enough when Satoru engulfed you in his arms. Letting out a soft sigh as he hugs you tight enough that it hurt, like he never wanted to let go. 

All familiar warmth and a rapid heartbeat that matched your own. 

A shiver runs down your spine at that scent of the infirmary, tinged with something so dangerously metallic, miles away from the usual hints of pine and candy. But you only pull Satoru closer - not even realizing the tears staining his snug t-shirt, nails digging into his sculpted back. 

“S-Satoru?” you murmur wetly, as if you still couldn’t believe it - even when you were in his strong arms. 

It killed you to pull away, and Satoru wasn’t any better, pulling you firmly to his heated body with a guttural grunt as soon as you showed any signs of shifting away. Grip almost bruising, fingers tight on your hips. But you didn’t mind, why would you? 

Because the strongest was nothing under your will - he always was. And it’s only once you break the embrace just a fraction of an inch that you confirm that this actually was Satoru - your Satoru. 

“You’re here.” you breathe out unsteadily, not knowing where to look first - his heaving chest, as if he’d run all the way here, or those faint scars along his exposed skin. Jagged, running down his pale skin like he was too impatient - too distracted - to let them heal properly. Satoru’s face was scarily blank, pretty lips set in a tight grimace like every second you weren’t locked in his arms killed him. 

He doesn’t answer - like he didn’t know himself. Nervously, you raise your eyes to meet his and-

Oh, Satoru, he was here. Alive.

Looking like he was ready to make sure that no one else was.

You just wondered where they’d pile all the casualties. Too many to bury at Jujutsu High if those tiny blue flickers of lightning at the corners of Satoru’s eyes were anything to go by. 

Gaze hooded, pupils blown, he didn’t look at you with that usual warmth. No, he looked at you like a man that had crawled back from death just to rip you apart. And you had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade curse that had just come disguised as your best friend. 

“Are you okay?” you try again, raising a hand to cup his cheek. “Toru?”

Oh, you might as well have just signed your own will, because no sooner are the words out of your mouth before Satoru’s jolting. Like the mere sound of that stupid little nickname from high school was enough to shock him to his very core. 

Electrify him just enough to finally look at you like it was the first time. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. “My love.”

There it was again, that quiet, strained little mantra. 

Followed very closely by the deafening slam! of the door behind him, so hard that you spy one of the hinges rattling off. Startled, you look over Satoru’s broad shoulders just to catch a glimpse of the single, large handprint charred into the wood, slight steam wafting from his hand.

Shit. He’s lost it.

Almost like the strongest has forgotten his restraint - or didn’t care about it either way. Heated, you wondered what this boded for you. 

Will you be lucky number one on his kill list? You wonder, as Satoru presses his mouth right above your pulse. Racing. Dangerous. Feeling the rapid thump! thump! thump! under his lips.

Breathing you in, dragging his nose up, up, up- He mutters into your skin, “Y’can kill me if you don’t want this.” Will you go down - if there’s anyone left to remember, that is - as the casualty that surely and officially signaled the honored one’s descent into madness? Only the second best friend he had to kill?

Or, Satoru pulls away slowly from his little haven, breath ghosting your lips as he gasps out a shaky, “No God can take me away without doing this.” Will it be something else entirely?

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

Because fuck, how could you not? This is Satoru, and this is all you’ve ever wanted since those late night convenience store runs in high school, hand-in-hand and teleporting away from a furious Yaga.

The same Satoru that had cockily winked at you goodbye before facing Sukuna - leaving you crying with nothing to hold onto but those cold, cold hands and wishes that you’d have just fucking kissed him before. Maybe even put aside your pride to just tell him.

But none of that mattered now, because Satoru was so desperate - drinking you in like you were the last breath of air on Earth. Like it hurt more to part with your lips than it was to be cleaved in half.

Such a mess of teeth and saliva, and you were addicted. Drunk off his sweet taste - like candy, almost, and those cheap mochi he always got from downtown - and the electricity pricking at you each time your skin grazed against his.

It almost hurt - but it hurt so good.

Gasping, you pull away for air - impossible with the way Satoru was like a madman, kissing your swollen lips again and again and-

“Toru!” you squeal, muffled through his lips. “Aren’t you-” His mouth drops into a soft oh! at the delicate strings of saliva snapping in the non-existent space between you two. Surging forward like he couldn’t help himself. “Battlefield- mmpf- now?”

With a pained grunt, Satoru finally halts, just a hair’s breadth from your lips. And if you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed the brief flicker of blue lightning all over his body. The way the lights flicker. 

“Special curtain.” he pants against your open mouth, a muscled thigh shoving between your weakening legs. “Time barely passes in here.”

You don’t know what your head is reeling more from his words or his hands - hands that kill - caressing you like a lover everywhere. Unable to decide between your hips, to your ass, to your pretty pretty face. Kiss-bitten lips uttering, “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“So?” Satoru lets out a humorless laugh. About an octave higher than usual, like he was at the end of his rope now. Eyes hazy and glowing, looking as if it took everything in him to not just tear off that uniform and take you right now. 

“But-”

“Shut up and let me ruin you, my love.”

Your back is hitting the mattress before you can even start to wonder what the fuck is happening. One second standing at the doorway and the other all sprawled out on Satoru’s bed.

Besides yourself, you blurt out, trying to make sense of the situation to both of you two. “Did- did you just teleport us?”

“Don’t know.” he answers. And Satoru sounded like he genuinely didn’t know, as bewildered as you were. Powers acting before him - way, way before he can think - as he fists your shirt in his hands. “Don’t care.”

And you half wondered whether Satoru was even aware of what he was doing as he pulls, down, down down. 

Rip!

It tears through the air - both the sound, and the way he’s just pulling your shirt to shreds. All depravity and no repentance as Satoru throws it behind God-knows-where. Buttons hitting the floor at a maddening little rhythm to which he was slowly losing his sanity. 

He was kissing you like he was angry - taking it out on your poor clothes. Because before you know it, he’s pulling your bra off. Fingers searing on your skin, skirt just tatters on the floor. 

“Waited too long.” he groans, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “Always wanted to do this.” And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldn’t stop, rambling into the valley of your breasts, “Ever since I first saw you and oh-”

That was it - only one look at your panties, all flimsy and drenched - and you’re back to wondering what Satoru’s kill count would be. You shudder as his eyes widen, letting out a strangled gasp from some deep, primal part of himself. Voice so broken and starved as he muses, “-can’t believe I waited this long.”

Shit. You weren’t making it out alive.

Immediately, Satoru’s dropping further down the mattress, easily pushing your knees up all the way till they were at your breasts. 

And it was so unfair. 

Unhair how he was still fully clothed, while you were spread so shamefully. Unfair how he was sliding his underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Up and down, up and down up and- Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips before pulling, marveling at how sinfully soaked they were. 

And it was like something snapped - maybe his whatever restraint he had left, probably you by the end of this. Because just a split-second later, Satoru’s tearing right through your panties. Not even taking a second to breathe before burying his pretty face into your dripping cunt. 

Unfair how you were liking it so dangerously. Being so used. 

And Satoru knows - he thinks, with whatever rationality he has left intact - that he wants to admire your pretty lil’ cunt. To finally drink in what he’s been dreaming about for years all these lonely nights. But, no, that’s for later - for a different Satoru, one that didn’t feel like he was going to fucking die if he didn’t taste you right now. 

“Ah! Hngh- T-Toru-” you arch into his hot tongue, as he licks erratically up your folds, long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Lapping at your juices like he couldn’t stop.

“Tha’s right.” words muffled into your cunt. Throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders. “Gimme more, use me. Use me- fuck fuck fuck- yeah.”

He sounded as delirious as you were already, flinching with each word spat into your sensitive cunt. Drunk off your pussy and so messy, like he was well and fully intent on ruining you. 

And it’s all you can do to sob so needily as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive clit. Seemingly unable to decide between sucking on it harshly and dipping into your sloppy hole. In and out. Wanting everything. Anything. 

“Fuck. S’too deep. Sh-shit.”

“Oh yeah?” he’s grinning, a cruel, cold little grin. You can feel it as he rolls his tongue against your clit over and over. “S’not deep enough.”

You pathetically try to close your legs around his head in shock, as the tips of his long fingers spread open your pussy further, teasing your entrance. 

But who were you against the strongest? The one that got everything handed to him on a silver platter since birth? Except you - until now, that is.

Because Satoru’s swatting thighs back open like it was a mere inconvenience, and feel your cunt clench in- fear? Anticipation? as you realize how gently he was throwing you around like a ragdoll, in comparison to that door from earlier. 

“No.” he sounds absolutely wrecked, babbling around your throbbing clit. “Need this- need you.”

And then he’s plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, so greedily that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Drinking in your pretty gasps of his name as he roams for that one spot he knows will have you seeing stars - only the best for his girl, right? The only thing on his mind right now, like a predator starved.

You can only tug on his hair and buck wildly underneath him, inching Satoru closer to where he was desperately searching for. Close - so close. 

“Toru-” you moan, like a prayer. 

But it wasn’t fast enough. 

Not for Satoru, at least.

Even through the haze in your eyes, you could make out that brief flash of electric blue in-between your legs, eyes widening as ah-

That cheat. 

You wondered if he even knew he was using his powers right now. Or whether Satoru was too far gone at this point. Way too smug with the way he hits that one spot. Hard. 

Ah, you quiver as something so dark sparks in his eyes. Looking like a man starved, that had finally come across his favorite meal. Moving with frightening accuracy as he pumps his fingers in and out, hitting it each and every time. 

“Shit, ngh-” you let out a shrill moan, “It’s too good. You’re so fucking-” 

One hand was so messy toying with your dripping entrance - the other digging into your hips. Dragging your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth. 

Hard enough that you were sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. If you even made it that long, that is, if the tiny shocks of electricity at his fingertips told you anything. 

Desperate. Violent, even.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. “Fuck- m’cumming m’cumming, fuck fuck fuck-” You’re shaking as you cum, crying out Satoru’s name and delirious little moans that you’d otherwise be embarrassed of. 

And he doesn’t stop. Not when you’re blinking your vision back. Not when you’re shying away from his tongue, the stars behind your eyes too much with each flick of his tongue. 

“S’too much- too- fuck, sensitive, Toru.” you whine, big fat tears clinging to your lashes. 

Ah, there it was again. Just when Satoru was beginning to think that he might just be veering into a state of mind that could be considered sane - you have to call him that goddamn nickname again. And it’s only driving him wild. 

Well, he muses, fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt, it’s really on you then. 

You let out a fucked-out little whine as Satoru finally takes his shirt off, revealing such milky, toned skin. All sharp curves and dips like he was sculpted so meticulously, going down, down, down and- Your breath hitches at the large, pink scar standing out of his torso, so uneven and fresh that you feel a fresh wave of tears - different ones, this time. 

You take a steadying breath, eyes unmoving from the injury. “Satoru-”

“No.” Satoru’s tone is firm, so different from the metallic tinkling of his belt. He was moving now, shifting in between your legs to kiss those tears away. “Need this. Need you. Need you need you need you so bad-”

“But your…” you trail off. The words catch in your throat as he finally unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, soaked in precum. 

He was so…massive. Now, you expected your best friend to have a big dick, but this was ridiculous. He was so intimidatingly long, thick enough that you could feel the slick beading out of your sloppy hole already.

Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive. 

Satoru sees it too, of course, because his cock twitches furiously. A low hiss leaving those pretty pink lips before he’s spitting on your quivering cunt. Once. Twice. 

And you know that if this shameless bastard could use six eyes to find your g-spot, then he could’ve done the same for this. But, no, he lets some of it miss, splattering against your inner thigh, smearing all over as Satoru thumbs in his saliva with your slick. 

God, he was treating you like some object. Wordlessly throwing your legs over his shoulders, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy. 

And then you feel like you’re been split apart - because Gojo Satoru was unforgiving. As was his aching cock. He’s barely even pressing through the first ring of muscle, and you already feel like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. 

“T-Toru.” you yelp, glancing down at the way your pussy was stretched so lewdly around his thick cock. Quivering as he keeps pushing and pushing and- no mercy. Absolutely none at all. “Can feel you so deep inside ngh- I don’t think I can…” 

“No no no no no-” he’s panting into your open mouth. Fucking into your heavenly cunt in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to squeeze deeper inside. “Need this. Want this. Always did. God, fuck fuck fuck, you can do it-”

“But-”

God, Satoru can’t help but kiss you - to shut those cute lil’ whines up more than anything, he’s sure he’ll cum right there and right now if he didn’t. 

Because Satoru wasn’t any better. Body bowing into yours, eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth falling into a delirious oh! as he finally bottoms out. Balls smacking your ass too hard, your pussy too tight, you too beautiful underneath him. 

Blindly, he reaches for the headboard - white-knuckling it so hard that it’s a wonder it doesn’t break. 

It does - and later you’ll find a pile of splinters behind the bed. It’s just that neither of you notice. Too high off the feeling of Satoru’s cock pushing inside you. You’re clawing at his back now, gasping for air. Letting him fold you in half to filthily lick away the tears pooling at your cheeks. 

“Shit- y’got this, my love. You gotta- ah- Breathe-” he can’t even speak properly, sharp tongue so heavy. Eyes glowing with such insanity as he rocks his hips harder into yours.

He was right - you needed to breathe. To finally wrap your head around the fact that this was Satoru - your best friend - the same one that binge-watches sappy rom-coms with you after every breakup. Every. Single. One. Somehow, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Both of you were barely-lucid at this point. And he was out of control now.

Funny, how in all his dreams when you were screaming his name - Satoru was always suave, methodical, playing with your pretty pussy like a fine instrument. Right now, he was anything but. Sloppy - like he didn’t have enough time, never would, even in this room where time slowed.

“Don’t you run away.” he grunts at the way you’re so adorably torn between running away from his cock and bucking for more more more- “Waited twelve fucking years for this. N’ m’gonna take it.”

You almost sob at the pressure as he laces his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper. Down, down, down. “S’too good, Toru. Wan’ more-”

“More.” Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. Eyes widening almost comically, a fucked-out smile spreading all over his face. “Y’want more even when you’re filled to-” He traces an invisible line halfway down your tummy. “Here?”

“Yes.” you gasp as he reaches down to toy with your throbbing clit, drawing tight, frenzied little circles. Balls smacking your ass so painfully, thumb pressing down right where his tip was hitting your cervix - as if he used six eyes to see. “Always wanted more. Always have, Toru.”

And you swear you could see something physically snap inside Satoru. Because his eyes glaze over, grin dropping instantly from his face. 

If you weren’t so cockdrunk maybe you’d have caught the way the bedroom lights flicker, the one down the hallway bursting. 

“Always, huh?” he’s muttering, grip on your body tightening like a vice. “Wanted more like me?” Rocking into you so sloppily, cock twitching so painfully as he speeds up. Fingers just as desperate - as depraved as his hips.

And this time, he doesn’t even have to use six eyes to find that one spot. Knowing your body well enough to hit it over and over until you were sobbing. “More more more more- fuckin’ take it then.”

At this point you didn’t know whether Satoru was always this ruthless in bed or you’d just broken him. It felt so good that it was almost scary. And your delirious mind wandered into the thought that maybe the bed would break - and your bones to follow. 

Well, they would have if Satoru hadn’t been using reversed cursed technique. But you didn’t need to know that just yet. 

“Satoru-” you squeal as he only gets more erratic.  “I’m…”

“Close?” Satoru’s grunting, smacking his lips against your own.

It’s laughable, really, that muffled question - because Satoru knew you were close. Losing his fucking mind, actually, at how you were squeezing so hard around him. Balls squeezing so painfully right now, but he wanted you to cum first - needed you to cum first.

“Yeah, so close. Wan’ cum- Ah! Please-”

“Then cum. Fucking cum, wan’ed this so bad.” he’s babbling deliriously. Little sparks of lightning visible even to your glassy eyes, fingers humming with a dangerous little energy that stimulated you so good. “Yeah, yeah yeah yeah fucking cum, wanna hngh-”

And then you are. So sudden and hard that you don’t even realize it at first. Just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Rocking your hips into Satoru’s like such a slut. 

Oh, if heaven was really then the part of Satoru that can still form coherent thoughts thinks this just might be it. 

Because only the sight of you creaming all around his swollen cock and he’s cumming and cumming so hard that it hurts. Thick, hot ropes of cum that he can’t seem to stop. Doesn’t want to stop, and God he thinks he could cum until you beg and beg and beg it’s too much. Until you’re yelling for-

“Mercy!” you moan, head spinning with how fucking overfilled your pussy was. “Please, Toru-”

Satoru lets out a slight gasp, “Mercy?” Chuckling so cruelly at your dazed nod, “No mercy, my love. None at all.”

And God, it was so fucking hard to look at him too - eyes half-lidded and miles away, flushed and looking like he was anywhere but laid out on a hospital bed just a few minutes ago. In fact, Satoru looked like he was in heaven on Earth as he only milked his painfully hard cock on your snug pussy.

Pretty. Always so fucking pretty. 

And he kept whispering that, over and over in your ear as you both ride out your highs. Oh how he loved you.

Your eyes fly open, and Satoru knew he’d said that out loud. Shit. But, well, with the way you were immediately pulling him to collapse into your arms, he thinks he really doesn’t mind.

“Love you, love you. Love you so much. Always did, always wanted to love you- to fuck you.” You barely even notice him marking down your neck, sharp canines digging into the flesh like he wanted to break something. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood. “To ruin you.”

It was oozing out of you, both Satoru’s cum - dribbling down your legs in thick globs, pooling on the overpriced sheets below - and his power. Jolts of electricity running down all the way from your poor, abused cunt to your hazy mind. 

“So do it.” The air was crackling - crackling with intensity and the smell of jujutsu. It was in your veins, in your words as you whisper, “Ruin me. You’re the- ngh- only- one f’me, Toru. Always was.”

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining so bright that it was blinding, until they burst. The last thing you see are his eyes - electrified with blue lightning, burning into your brain. 

And then it’s black. 

---

“I’ll be back before ya know it, my love.” he whispers against your forehead, cooing at the way you stir sleepily. “Gotta pest to take care of.”

Taking down that curtain wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was actually fucking regaining his senses enough to do so. 

And now, all cleaned up and fucked to sleep on his bed, you were looking so unbearably delectable that it made some part of Satoru just want to stay behind this curtain. To forget the waiting sorcerers on the battlefield. Saving the world be damned.

Well, no matter, Satoru had time. He was the strongest, right? After all, how could he give you the world if there was no world to give?

“N’ when I’m back, m’gonna kiss ya to death till you go out with me. Till everyone knows you’re unmistakably mine.”

A/N. GET IT - that unmistakable bit from the panel? 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[dexaroth]

I LOVE HER shes so cool STAY WITH MEEEEEE